Little Pitchers Have Wide Eares. [little Pitchers

Every Man's Censure Is First Moulded In His Own Nature.

Take The Gentle Path.

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

Hee That Doth What Hee Will, Doth Not What He Ought.

If You Could Runne, As You Drinke, You Might Catch A Hare.